Sunday, September 14, 2003

Um, er, well, yeah...
Umm, I wrote a little short story. It's sort of weird and complex, and it doesn't really have a big plot or anything, but... I don't know. Maybe you can read it and tell me what you think. It's based on a real life occurence, and all of the objects or other themes (songs, amv's, rooms and classes, etc.) mentioned are real. It's called, "Life of the Young and Forgotten." It's sad, so if you're very sensitive, you may want a tissue or somesuch.

She hummed to herself as she walked. “Yesterday... All my troubles seemed so far away...” The rain made her tired and sleepy, but it was warm and dry in the school halls, so she had to keep going.
English class, in the eighth grade room. Now it was her own homeroom, and that made it seem emptier. Someone was missing, someone who meant a lot to her. In place of that person now existed a big black hole, swirling with dust and darkness in the depths of space, in the depths of her memory. It hadn’t really been that long, just a summer. One single summer was all that separated her from tragedy. A lot had happened over the summer, true, but not enough to wipe out someone who had made such a big impact. He still existed in her mind.
Many hours later, and on the way home to school. It had been this car, this car was the one she had hoped would be parked near the red Taurus. What a special red Taurus that was, a car that was her window to her highest hopes. Not to be in the car, but to be near the person inside it, the cold memory still sometimes sparking to life and bringing the rain.
In her office, as she worked on some story, some tale of a happier person’s life. She might not get the boy, but she would be happy still. In the tale, but not in real life. In real life, there is much less control over one’s emotions and dreams; they come as they will, and one just has to be ready for them. She wasn’t ready, and never had been.
Out of inspiration for the moment, she closed the document window and opened a music video, an AMV to be exact. Cowboy Bebop video, with a song by the Beatles. It was the song she had been humming earlier, in fact. She watched the video for the umpteenth time, cried for the umpteenth time, looked at the picture taped to her monitor for the umpteenth time.
There went the rain again.
Then she spotted the bookmark on her desk. The empty Yugioh deck box, the CD player that had held many an entertaining soundtrack, the Meiji fruit candy tin, the dolphin candle. The Palm Pilot card, the “Don’t bother me when I’m breathing” key chain, the home-made Aoshi Shinomori bookmark and the tag from a Totoro plushie. Then she looked back at the grey newspaper cutout picture. The word “Yesterday” was written on it. She pulled the tape off, flipped the paper over, and found a pen buried under the mess on her desk.
She wrote, “Today,” and then went back to her writing.

That was written in about a half hour and not proofread or revised yet, so comments are appreciated. Not like this is serious or anything, just wanted a variety to my posts. And I just found that AMV this very night and I was sure I would die crying.
A note to the aforementioned J. Robinson, though he may never read this: It may be over, however small it was, but it changed my life forever. Remember what you did to this girl's heart, and use that wisdom in the future. Don't be afraid to take chances the way I was, and when someone asks you to dance, just dance.
Goodnight, oyasumin.
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